The sun was just rising and along with it various forms of life were astir. We were on our stroll or what I call, "Jackel home" when a group of perched birds above us were singing their song. Facetiously I remarked to those feathered friends, "Don't do it on us!" which ignited some laughter from our pedestrian friends.
All that was cool until three hours later, on the way to the local school for some presentations, one of, I guess a cousin of the group of "birds", relieved himself on me. It
